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[abrightboy]

“I know that,” Malcolm says quietly. He’s allowed to have them. Of course he is. Showing them, though? That’s never worked out well. Except for with Will. His feelings via his mouth damaged the bonds he has with Neal and with Raylan. Iris barely knows him. “But the time for telling her about them was before she turned you. Telling her now will just… mess things up. With the leader of the pack. And won’t change anything.”

[empathicfault]

"I don't think it would mess things up," Will replies, matching Malcolm's quiet tone. "I know you don't know her well, but Iris is used to dealing with big feelings and strong responses. Still..." He takes in a deep breath and lets it out. "I can understand why you're worried about the timing. Sorry...I didn't mean to worry you."

[abrightboy]

“You didn’t worry me,” Malcolm tells him. “I’m just awkward.” He leans up to hug him tightly. “And I don’t have a single ounce of regret or resentment about you becoming a wolf. I’m glad about that. I want you to be part of the things I’m part of. That’s important to me. That’s more important to me than anything.”

[empathicfault]

Will smiles in response, looking about ten years younger with the utter genuineness of it. "Well, I don't know what it'd be like being awkward," he mentions mildly, then chuckles. "That's the most important part to me, too. I never thought there would be someone I could share all the parts of my life with. Even this..."

He hugs Malcolm back, taking a deep inhale in. And then realizing what he's doing, he chuckles again. "You tell me if...smelling you gets too creepy. I'm still getting used to all the extra information."

[abrightboy]

“No. It’s fine,” he says, finally actually laughing, but still kind of holding on for dear life. “I’ll… figure it out. My… nonsense. I’ll get my head sorted. Don’t worry.”

[empathicfault]

"We both have plenty to sort out," Will notes. He is the inmate here, after all. "We'll work things out together, help each other where we can. Right?" Will sounds fairly confident about that, at least.

[abrightboy]

Malcolm nods, then kisses him, then buries his face in his shoulder again.

“You really think we’re still the same?” comes a muffled question. Still the same thing as each other since his change. He can live with not being the same kind of wolf as everyone in the pack or the pack being cobbled together. But he wanted to be joined, specifically, to Will by sharing this. “We’re… the same thing?”

[empathicfault]

"I do," he says seriously, quietly. "We come from the same originator, we're Pack. We're the same. There's been no deviation from each other- in fact, I think we're tied closer together than ever. In an immutable bond."

He lets his cheek rest against Malcolm's head, his mouth close to Malcolm's ear. He might look sleepy to an outside observer, but he's just lost in the sensations of being here with Malcolm. The outside world might as well not exist. "You know, I've sometimes wondered if we're too similar. If people might wonder what's wrong with me psychologically, to fall for someone so much like myself." Malcolm might hear the warmth enter his voice as he smiles. "And then I laugh."

[abrightboy]

Malcolm’s fingers, always restless, fidget absently at the collar of Will’s shirt as he listens, rapt, until that last makes him smile. He lifts his head so he can look up into Will’s eyes.

“We’re like… two separated halves, then. And when we’re together, we’re whole.”

[empathicfault]

Will loves Malcolm's fidgeting. It makes him feel fussed over, something he realized recently that he appreciates. So he's still smiling easily as Malcolm looks at him.

"Mmmhmmm. We both came here with large chunks taken out of us. Where we can't mend ourselves, the other can fill in," he replies. His eyes shut briefly in a look of bliss. "And then we're whole. It works for us. Damn well, too, I might add."

[abrightboy]

“Like… a really romantic and yet sometimes horrifying jigsaw puzzle,” Malcolm muses with a grin. “I’ve never felt better. Like. In my life,” he realizes. Not that he remembers what he felt like Before. He doesn’t even count that time, before he ate from the tree of knowledge of what his father was by opening a travel trunk in the basement of their home. “I really never have.” He pauses, his brow creasing faintly. He looks up at Will again. “I really did want to do it, though. I have to figure out how to let that go.”

[empathicfault]

Will chuckles at the example of a horrifying jigsaw puzzle. He feels like it's fairly accurate, if he's honest. But he also knows how beautiful horrifying things can be. He knows and accepts.

The last bit makes Will smile, even if slightly apologetically. "I know you did. I am sorry about that, Malcolm. That I let it happen so fast, and I didn't follow your wishes...even if we know why. If there's anything I can do to help make you feel any better about it, I'll do my best." He knows how tough it is for Malcolm to let things go, but he also doesn't think Malcolm should feel like he always has to.

[abrightboy]

“You just… being makes me feel better about everything,” Malcolm concedes. Maybe it’ll still creep around the corners of his mind, but… at the end of each day, he’ll still have Will, and it will be okay.